Okay guys there will be new characters in this story!

Yeah yeah I know y'all wanted Derek or Chloe.

But this is in a point of view of one of The Pack members and Chloe and Derek will be introduced in this!

So Yea!

(Richard's POV)


They were running through the ally ways. Rain above them pouring and soaking through their clothes. Their tennis shoes sloshed and spat as they batted them down hard onto the pavement. They ran around corner after corner, through the maze of brick walls and trash bins, trying to find an exit. If they didn't they were counted as good as dead. The boy knew that as he pulled the girl along with him, hand and hand. The girl was much shorter than he was, yet fairly tall to others, but still she slowed him to a steady running pace. Much slower than he knew he could run. She tried, though, she really did. And the boy thought that he should be grateful for that in the very least.

But they had to move faster.

The boy could only imagine what the people with the guns and wicked minds would do to them. He shuddered even at the thought of them hurting the girl. He wouldn't let that happen, he told himself. Even if it was the last thing he did. They hurt the girl to much already. In many ways that the boy didn't understand how or why they would do that to this girl. They would have to settle for him, he thought, the son of the second in command Pack leader.

The boy felt the girl fall, but not completely, because he had a firm grip on her, and mutter a curse. He would have smiled if it were normal times. But know wasn't normal times. They were being chased out of their secret hiding home, forced to run with their tales tucked behind their legs, and pride left behind. The boy wondered how he had ever gotten into this mess. He wasn't the reason the rotten people were chasing after them. The girl was. But yet as he pondered in his head for the reason why; he already knew the answer. For the girl, he had run. For the girl, he had taken the mocking and ridicule for falling for a non-wolf; half of it even his own conscience. For the girl, that he had clammed his own he had done all of that. Only for the reward of her love and affection.

"Hush," he murmured gently, the way that she liked to be talked to, without anger. She looked up at him with her glassy deep brown eyes. She tried to hold back the tears that threaten to be exposed, and his heart throbbed out for her. The inner wolf screamed at him, accusing him of not being strong enough to care for his mate. She was showing tears now, showing weakness; which in itself is weakness alone. He wanted to encase her in his arms right then, shield her from the monsters that called themselves visionaries. But he would have to settle with carrying her instead.

"Sorry," he muttered and jerked her upward in a fast, yet delicate movement, into his muscled arms. He knew she wouldn't like it. It was bad enough she already was crying, now he had taken the only other independent think left she could do. Well, except for breathing and staying alive. But who knew how much longer it would be until not even that would be of her control. They were speeding up. He could already smell them. Not much longer he will be able to hear them and their searching party.

The boy ran.

He ran as fast as his body would let him. He ran through ally after ally, jumping over trash and debris that came in their way; All the while searching for an opening of the prison of walls that led to civilization. Their only chance was to be out in the open with normal people, where they couldn't hurt them. If only for a little while.

The wind shifted and the boy stumbled over his feet, caught off guard by the new scents that he smelled. NO. No! It can't be!

But it was.

They had tricked him. He could smell them know. Another group of them were up ahead, hidden from the rest. Somehow, the boy couldn't smell them earlier. Now he could. They were just two alleys down. They were trapped now. No escape.

Or so he thought.

Just up ahead was a fire escape, the ladder was pulled down for God knows what reason. But he didn't care, it was there. And it was their only chance for survival.

He shifted the girl onto his back to free his hands. She made a small little gasp at the movement, but soon got the picture and held on. He took a few steps back and readied himself. One, two, three! And he was off. He ran and jumped on one of the dumpsters to give him a boost as he reached for the ladder. His fingers connected with cool metal and held strong, almost slipping though because the rain that coated it. He scampered up the ladder and up onto a platform then up another. On the second platform, he could hear the people one ally away now. He started to panic. Any minute now they could be here and- and. And he didn't want to think about that. He needed to get the girl up to that roof and out of range from the guns.

He pushed his feet faster and pulled harder. The goal set in his mind. Now all he had to do was achieve it.

He was on the third platform now.

Half way up the ladder.

Three steps till the top.

Bang!

A gun fired off in the distance. The people had come around to be where they were at and fired wildly at them. But they had hit. They had hit him badly in the ribs. He gasp in pain and clutched his side. The bullet didn't hit any thing vital, but that didn't mean he couldn't die.

He swung the girl over and onto the roof with the last of his strength and staggered down a step. She landed in a low crouch and reached out a hand to him, screaming his name as she cried.

"Richard! Please! Oh God, Richard! Grab my hand!"

But he couldn't. He was already falling. His hands had slipped from their firm hold of the ladder and vision blurred at the edges. He felt the wind whip around him as he fell, whirling through his ears. Her face popped into his mind and he smiled. Glad that her face was the last thing he was going to see.

*~*~*

I hit the bed with a hard thump and startled myself awake. My breathing came out small and shallow making it hard to breath. I leaned up from under my sheets and tried to calm my heart. What happened? Am I in a hospital? Oh, God, I hope not. I looked around me. Yes, I was in my room. Not in a dark ally in God knows where. Was I stabilized and recovering in my room then?

I closed my eyes and reached a hand toward my chest, precisely toward my rib cage. My hand connected with smooth flesh covered in sweat. Okay, no hole or blood or gory stuff.

Nothing happened. It was just a dream.

But it had felt so real. I had felt like I was actually falling. And the excruciating pain, I had felt that, too. I glanced down at my hands; I still can feel the touch of her skin...

I shook myself. No, it was only a dream. Just my imagination.

But could my unconscious mind come up with something that vivid and clear? And that girl; could I've made her up, too, then?

My heart skipped a beat thinking about her. No, she couldn't be real. She was only part of the dream.

Alec's off beat whistle echoed through the halls out side of the door. His footsteps stopped in front of my door and he opened it widely. He smiled broadly, as he noticed I was awake.

"Dude, what are you still doing in bed? It's like six o'clock in the morning!" Alec chuckled as I glared at him. Alec was always the morning person here and expected everyone else to be one, too. He goes around the entire house every day, waking up everyone at broad daylight, acting as our very own rooster.

"Wow, Alec, your late on wake-ups. Wasn't dawn like an hour ago?" I said harshly and crawled out of the bed to put my jeans on.

Alec clicked on the lights and leaned against the door, "Well, I thought I would give you mutts a break so you guys can get some beauty rest. I even think I will give Eddie an extra hour. He needs it more than the rest of us."

I snorted a reply, pulled a crumbled up black t-shirt from off the floor, and hauled it over my head.

"Maybe I should have given you the extra time. You don't look to good, dude."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, grabbed one of my tennis shoes off the floor, and put it on. Now, where is the other one?

"Seriously, Richard, Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I snapped. Alec raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. I ignored him and searched for the other shoe under my bed.

"Yeah, that really convinced me."

I sighed and closed my eyes; a headache crept at the edges of my mind.

"I'm fine, Alec." I sat up and walked over to my closet to search for the shoe there.

"Uh, huh. Had a bad dream?"

I paused looking through the piles of clothes in my closet. Should I tell Alec? Yeah, sure Alec is my best bud; A brother even at some points. But does he really need to know the dream. Or the girl?

"No. Just couldn't fall asleep." I said with the best conviction as I could muster. When he didn't answer straight away, I glanced at him in the corner of my eye as he studied me.

"If you say so."- Pause-. "I'm going to go wake up the others."

"M'Kay."

He turned to leave but paused halfway and turned back toward me.

"Hay, Richard?"

"Yeah?" I tensed, waiting for him to tell me he knows I'm lying and say some wise thing about philosophy and dreams and stuff.

"Your shoe's under the chair."

I glanced over to where he was pointing and sure enough, there it was. "Oh, thanks."

He smiled and tipped his baseball hat western style and walked out the door.

Once he was far enough away and out of hearing range, I plopped down in my computer chair with a sigh and pulled my shoe on. I could hear the rest of the guys down the hallway grumbling and cursing at Alec for waking them up. Alec just laughed at them. I heard a thumping noise against one of the walls and then a second later a cry of pain. Alec must have just told Eddie about the beauty sleep idea, Eddie got mad, tried to hit Alec, but ended up hitting the wall. I cracked a smile; you would think Eddie would have learned by now that Alec could beat the living daylights out of him. Another thump. Nope. He hasn't learned a thing.

I stood up and headed for the bathroom; Might as well get a head start in the bathroom line before any of the others.

The bathroom was luckily free with no line, so I headed in, brushed my hair and teeth and then headed out into the hallway. There are six of us living here at the training house: Me, Alec, Tyler, Eddie, Logan, and Joey; the "Mini Six-Pack", as we like to call ourselves. Which isn't that much far from the truth; we're the youngest pack members in training, most of us born from the members of the Pack already, well, except Tyler.

His "Dad" found him somewhere in an orphanage in Brooklyn, abandoned, no trace of mother or father. He's tall like the rest of us, lean and fit, too, with shaggy brown hair and dark eyes to match, which isn't all that different from what Eddie looks like. Except for the fact that Eddie's black. But he's different. He's never been the most out spoken type of person, he rarely talks to us unless he has to, and when he does it half enthusiastic and uncharacteristic. If wasn't for his foster dad being in the Pack, meaning he will be in the Pack, no exceptions; I think he would have been a Lone. Which is sad really. He has the look and abilities of a pack member: strength, smarts, looks, and speeds; he just doesn't act like he cares.

I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Alec worked on the stove frying eggs and bacon. He whistled as he worked, always cheery; which works well with his look. He's got this whole suffer dude thing going on: wavy light blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and always has a mysterious cocky smile on face; which might not be part of his look at all, just the wolf half. First time I meet him when our dad's had to partner up during the war, I thought he was mentally ill; but then when we started hanging out (against my will, I swear) I started to realize that it was just him. His dad is on the detective team of the Pack; they travel and investigate werewolf related crime scenes all over New York. Though Alec is not that thrilled about having to take the same job as his father, I know Alec would love the traveling part of it. He always brings up subjects of going to New York or Brooklyn or where ever and meeting these celebrity chefs and stuff.

I walked over to the pantry and grabbed the loaf of bread. Once I buttered it up and stuck it in the toaster, I grabbed an apple off the counter and waited for my toast to pop; or burn, possibly catching on fire. I'm not the best cook ever like Alec.

"So, dude, what's on the agenda today?"

"Well," Alec flipped his makeshift omelet, "I don't know. I guess the basics, training and stuff. But"-he shrugged-"Mark hasn't come in yet. You know him, always late."

I nodded my head. He was referring to our training counselor, Mark Gray. He was the youngest on the actual pack, but older than us. Twenty-one at the least; which apparently makes him the best because he can "reason with us" and "understand us" better. I rolled my eyes. Yes, Mark is a good trainer. But the guy can't be on time or schedule worth a flip. I think it's because of his new "girlfriend", May.

Joey came in yawning and rubbing his eyes. His usually messy red hair stood up straight in most places and his whole left side of his face was red from a pillow imprint.

"'Morning," he said halfway asleep and thumped his way to the fridge. I wonder if he knows his shirt is on backwards.

"Morning," Alec and I said together.

Tyler walked into the room then, nodded at us in reorganization, grabbed some loafs of bread and a glass of milk, then left for the living room. Huh, he's quite talkative today.

Minutes later Logan walked into the room still wearing his pajama pants and a rumpled t-shirt. His glasses were on crooked and his black hair uncombed. He had a book in his hands, like always, and sat down next to me.

"Morning, fellows." He said in a cheery mood and opened up the book.

"Not hungry?" Joey asked with his mouth full of cereal and sat down on the other side of me.

"Not practically."

"You have a stash don't you?"

Logan grinned. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Do I smell something burning?" Eddie said as he walked in, scrunching his nose.

"Shit!" I yelled and reached for the toaster plug. But it was too late; my four pieces of toast were charcoaled.

"Great…." I muttered.

"Dude, why don't you live and learn and eat cereal like me?" Joey asked.

I glanced at the bowl of wheat in the form of O's with milk poured over it and scrunched my nose.

"No thanks."

Joey shrugged. "Suit yourself," and spooned another mouthful.

I grabbed another apple off the table to go with my other uneaten one and bit into it. So what if I don't eat a big breakfast? Alec flipped his three omelets onto a saucer with an oven-toasted bagel on the side.

I'm gonna starve.


Hoped Y'all liked it!

(sorry guys this chapter is just so long i couldn't fit derek in chloe in yet. YET! they will hopefully be in next chapter!)

I have alot more than just this. But i just felt like i had to update! so hope you like it!

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